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You must have made it! No matter what you are doing, solving problems when doing homework, cooking your first meal without paste, or your little invention is praid by The will bring you endless fun. But in my memory, there are many fun and interesting things, among them, the most difficult thing for me is to do farm work in my hometown when I was six years old - cutting rice.
When I was six years old, my mother took me back to my hometown. At that time, it was autumn, and the farmers in their hometown were busy cutting rice. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw the farmers working hard in the fields. I really wanted to help them. So I quickly ran to my grandfather's hou and said, "grandfather, I'm going to help farmers cut rice, OK?" My grandfather saw that I was so active. Without saying a word, he immediately took two sharp scythes and went to cut rice with me.
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When we got to the field, my grandfather first taught me how to u the sickle. Grandfather said: "take the sickle is to force, to grasp the strength, to make the sickle flexible, not too rig行业环境分析
芋头酥id, otherwi it is not easy to cut." After listening, I nodded to my grandfather. I went to an open space again and practiced according to what my grandfather said to me just now. After a while, I was sweating. When my grandfather saw it, he said painfully, "granddaughter, stop practicing and have a rest." I said to my grandfather, "grandfather, it's OK. You e the farmers are so hot that they don't rest. Why don't I practice?"
After a while, I finally learned to cut rice. So I went down to the field. As soon as I got to the field, I felt strangely hot. At this time, I really wanted to escape, but when I saw my grandfather's affectionate eyes, I felt a force supporting me, as if to say to me: "child, we must persist, we can't be knocked down by this small difficulty." So I regained my confidence and, like a farmer, grasped the rice straw. Then I waved my sickle and cut it toward the bottom of the rice straw. With a "brush", I cut off the rice in my hand. I cut rice one by one as before. I don't know how long it took before I stopped and wiped my sweat. I have cut more than half of the paddy field in front of me, and the rice cut behind has been piled into a hill. This is just like the scenery described in the poem "watching mowing wheat", which I have learned now. It describes the scene of farmers cutting whea
t in the hot sun and shows the hardships of farmers' life.
爆炒鸡块的做法Later, looking at my achievements, I was very happy, more confident and full of hope to cut rice. At this time, a red and yellow butterfly with gold powder flew past me. When I saw such a beautiful butterfly, I put down my sickle and ran to catch up with the butterfly. Grandfather immediately stopped me and said, "what's the matter with you? You've run to play before you finish cutting the rice. Go and cut it quickly." I was so ashamed that I immediately ran to pick up the sickle and continued to cut the rice.
登陆支付宝I don't know how long later, I finally cut the rice. This is the first time in my life that I cut wheat. I admire mylf for being able to do it so well. I not only learned to cut wheat. Also realized that the labor brings me happiness, more importantly, in the labor I tasted the joy of innovation!汉合茶道
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